Beware the Sploshing Ghost of Pumpkin Fucking Forest! Mistres Brighton 1-800-601-6975

Most people in the sleepy town of Sploshville heeded the warning, about going into the Enchantrix Enchanted Forest after midnight. There were horrific tales of Giantess Femdoms and spooky ghosts and goblins in the forest. Well everyone except for Jack Splat. Jack had trouble listening and following directions, and was walking disaster waiting to happen. Most of the towns folk would be happy to be rid of him. So when they heard about the sploshing ghost of pumpkin fucking forest, and they told everyone to avoid going into the forest after dark, many were placing bets that Jack wouldn’t listen. Better yet, many were betting on it.

The Sploshing Ghost Of Pumpkin Fucking Forest

No sooner than Jack heard the word about the mythical creatures and the sploshing ghost, he packed a satchel and took off headed for the forest. Heeding no warnings and listening to no fears, off he went into the deep lush forest. The trees were rustling in the autumn breeze. Jack could hear birds cawing and owls hooting, and…. other strange noises. Plops, splats, and a strange… sploshing Drip. Drip. Drip. Unusual noises coming from a forest for sure. But even more unusual was the laughter, strange voices, and the scent of fresh baked pies and pumpkin spice latte’s filling the air.

Strange Occurrences In Pumpkin Fucking Forest

The deeper Jack delved into the forest, the softer the ground underneath him got. The crunch of the leaves turned into a strange sploshing splooting sound, and he heard bubbling all around him. One false move and…. TOO LATE. Jack took another step and his foot went straight down knee deep. He reached for something to regain balance, but failed and toppled over scrambling and struggling to get free, which is how the other leg got stuck. “Help! Someone help!” he cried out, only to be met by the odd sploshing sounds of the forest.

Help Comes At A Price

After struggling for some time and realizing he was in deep – pun intended – trouble, Jack began going through the 12 stages of grief. Silent praying, screaming, anger, crying. And after a few hours he fell silent, his body exhausted from being stuck in sploshing quicksand. Suddenly, Jack heard a voice. “I can help you..” He looked around and at first saw nothing. And then before him appeared a woman, wearing a loincloth covered in leaves, and some kind of syrup. Next to her was a large grizzly looking gingerbread man. “Didn’t the townsfolk tell you not to come here at night?” she asked. Jack nodded, “well yes, but-” The syrupy Goddess yawned and waved her hand. “Nevermind. Take of your clothes.” Jack was now waist deep, and looked down and then back up. The night air was chilly and he was shivering. “My clothes? What does that have to do with-”

A Grumpy Gingerbread Man And A Forest Nymph

The gingerbread man growled suddenly and lunged at him, breathing hot spicy gingerbread air into his face, and swiping at his shirt. The shirt was shredded instantly, and Jack looked up at the maenad horrified. “If you keep that up, he’ll be eating you as a tribute… now do as I say!” she snapped. Jack hurriedly peeled off the tattered shirt, and began to undo his pumpkin quicksand soaked pants to the best of his ability. Once he undid his pants, the sploshing maenad nodded to the gingerbread monster, “carefully… I don’t want him harmed.” The sugar and spice monster reached for Jack, and Jack cringed when he saw its claws closing around him, and plucking him from the quicksand. He placed him down on solid ground in front of the sploshing Goddess, and growled before retreating. Jack was naked, covered in dirt, and leaves, and whatever was in the quicksand. “Now.. you must do something for me. And if you do this, I will set you free. If you don’t, I will feed you to my gingerbread man.”

The Price To Pay The Sploshing Goddess

As hard headed as Jack was, he nodded shifting his eyes from the sploshing maenad to the monster. Whatever that thing was, it smelled good, and his stomach started to growl, but he also didn’t want to be this thing’s next meal. “Okay,” he said panting, “I’ll do whatever you want if you help me get out of here.”  There was a sound of flapping bat wings, owls and howling behind Jack. He turned but nothing was there, and when he turned back, the maenad was holding a pumpkin, with a gooey, glowing hole in it. “Here,” she said, “take this pumpkin and fuck it. Fuck it until you feel like you’re going to cum, and then stop. Your orgasm will be ruined, but you will still cum. Then… lift the hole to your lips and drink its contents. Drink all of it.”  She handed the pumpkin to Jack, and as he took it she said, “if you fail to follow directions, you will NEVER get out of this forest, and no one will EVER see you again. There are fates far worse, than being fed to my gingerbread monster.” She smiled a feral grin, and waited for him to follow suit.

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Jack Fucks The Sploshing Goddess’ Pumpkin

Jack took the pumpkin, and instantly his cock was hard. What a strange thing, to be suddenly turned on by fucking a pumpkin! He slid his cock into the wet, glowing pumpkin hole, and it began to throb and churn around his cock. It felt so good that Jack’s eyes rolled back into his head and his hips began thrusting wildly into the pumpkin. Almost as quickly as it started, he felt like he was going to blow. Jack cried out, and stopped right before he came. His cock twitched and he felt the contents dribbling out as the pumpkin milked him. It was the strangest feeling and the most erotic experience he’d ever had. His cock went limp, slipping out of the pumpkin hole. Jack lifted the hole to his lips, but he grimaced at the thought of drinking his own cum. “Remember what I said,” the sploshing maenad warned.

He Knew Now Why It Was Called The Sploshing Pumpkin Fucking Forest

Without any further hesitation, Jack puckered up and put his mouth to the pumpkin pussy hole. His mouth was instantly filled with a thick, nectar like substance, that tasted like his own cum mixed with a pumpkin spice smoothie. While at first he gagged repulsed, Jack began to drink, and drink, the pleasing mixture was somehow satisfying, and he drank every drop. When he was finished, both the maenad and the gingerbread monster were staring at him. The sploshing Goddess chuckled, amused, “I’ve never seen anyone drink a pumpkin creampie that fast!” she said, laughing. Jack blushed red, “I did as you asked, can I please go home now, and maybe get some clothes?”  The sploshing maenad laughed, “I didn’t say anything about clothes… you’re free to go, but you better hurry.” She waved her hand and Jack turned to see a path to the clearing and the road from which he came. “RUN!” the maenad shouted.  Jack took off running, naked, covered in sploshing remnants, this time no quicksand stopping him. As he ran his cock and balls began to feel heavy, and his face began to burn and swell, but he kept running, until he finally reached the clearing, and fainted.

Surviving The Enchanted Pumpkin Fucking Forest

Jack awoke, still naked on the side of the road, with no idea how much time had passed. He picked himself up, and stumbled home. As he arrived home the sun began to rise, and people were coming out of their cottages. They gasped and whispered when they saw the sight of Jack, stumbling home naked. The hushed whispers and laughter continued, as murmuring started. “Oh my god….” “I can’t believe it” “Is it really him?” Jack picked up his paced and broke into a run, humiliated.

Escaping The Enchantrix Enchanted Forest

Once he was finally home, he vowed to never speak of what he saw or did, or what really happened in the forest. His face was still swollen and he was sore all over. When he caught a glimpse of himself in the bedroom mirror, he shrieked, realizing he wouldn’t have to tell anyone what happened, they could see for themselves. His reflection revealing his head transformed into a pumpkin, and an orange chastity cage locked nice and tight, to his cock. And behind him, in the mirror, the shimmering transparent ghost of pumpkin fucking forest, smiling a feral grin, and waving at him. Jack’s screams could be heard all across town, as the sun rose into the sky.

Sploshing Phone Sex With Goddess Brighton

Happy Locktober! While this story is not part of the halloween blog train, I would urge you to hop on the train and head over to the Enchantrix Enchanted Forest and follow along! If you’d like to fuck a pumpkin for me live on skype or on discord or do any other sploshing phone sex activities, call me! Dial 1-800-601-6975 and ask for Mistress Brighton. Also check out my new paid email package at phone sex assignments! Hope you enjoyed the story and don’t forget to check out all our Locktober phone sex events!

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